Lion Head Mesa immortality

kisses exchanged.

treva held more love than she could speak for her daughter. her first, her only. she almost wished for none to come after when she saw this level of grandness.

there was discussion of the celebration to come. of a gift given to her, by her daughter! it was then she allowed her focus to fall upon the furs brought. all lovely, all tended to with the handiwork of trained fellahin. as she examined them, she kept toula near her side.

you could ruin no such thing of mine, toula. only enhance it. another kiss, her nose lingered where she had planted her affections. you will hold the celebration with me. you are old enough to have such a part.

the spread was bountiful.

do me the honor of picking one first. the one you shall wear before all at the celebration we will hold.